On 12th June in the evening, we arrived at Pondicherry. We had reached the Bay of Bengal, a name full of exoticism. However, we rather had the feeling we were back on familiar ground.
             Beach Road, Pondicherry

The city was calm, and the pavements were wide and clean. We made ourselves at home in a little house in the Muslim quarter. It has a reputation for being the most peaceful area of the city. At afternoon naptime, it felt as if we were in a small city in the south of Europe: not a hoot, not an engine sound. We quietly discovered this city, built from both Indian and French influences.
 

And then, we enjoyed the somewhat peculiar local gastronomy and rediscovered with pleasure some familiar flavours: pasta with cheese, moussaka…and even some baguette for breakfast!

François
(Translation: Yolene Dabreteau)